But suddenly a low voice growled “Karlie” and I sat up with a jolt. Because Colt and Cain were standing in the doorway, their massive forms imposing, my room too small for their alpha frames. They had moved so quietly, so stealthily, that I hadn’t heard a thing.
“Hey,” I breathed, sitting up, straightening my button down. “How are you? Great job at the game last night,” I added lamely. Oh god, why was I babbling like this?
But my brothers were smooth.
“Thanks sister,” Colt said. “Did you get any good pics of the action?”
Again, I was surprised. Never for one second did I think that my steps had noticed me on the sidelines, I’d figured I was invisible, blending into the posse of photographers capturing every move. But evidently, my steps were perceptive, even in the heat of the moment.
“Um yeah,” I gulped, “this new stop-action shutter helps me capture every move with minimal blurring,” I said.
With that, my brothers smiled. What had I said that was so funny?
But Colt and Cain merely moved into my room, shutting the door silently behind them. Not that Jerry and Karla cared. They never noticed what we did, they were caught up in their own la-la land, the bliss of old people in love. Besides, their suite was in a different wing of the house so we were basically on our own.
“You know we’re not here about last night,” drawled Cain, his face deceptively smooth. “We’re here to talk about the night before that,” he added pointedly.
I gulped. “Oh yeah, that,” I said lamely. There were no words, silence for a moment.
But Cain continued.
“Why were you at the Donkey?” he asked curiously. “What made you go?”
Oh god, the moment of truth had come. What to say? I decided to be honest.
“Brothers,” I said slowly. “I guess you know now that I’m much more than Karlie the photographer.”
That made my brothers laugh, throwing back their heads, perfect white teeth gleaming.
“I think we know that now,” said Colt with a sly grin. “About a hundred times more than Karlie the photographer. You have a lot to offer,” he intimated.
I reddened. Everything these days sounded like a come-on to me, I was so used to being propositioned at the club.
But I had to provide some explanation, so I continued. “Brothers,” I said lamely, “I guess that I was just lonely?”
That made Cain and Colt toss their heads back with laughter.
“Really little girl?” asked Colt. “But aren’t you busy with school? Don’t you have a million friends from classes and stuff?”
“Well I just moved here,” I said stiffly, sitting on my bed immobile. “As a senior transfer it’s not that easy you know.” My eyes stung with hot tears and I steeled myself, willing them not to fall. I would not cry, not in front of these men.
Immediately my brothers were contrite.
“Of course not,” said Cain gently, sitting on the bed beside me. Colt took a seat on my other side and I was suddenly enclosed by two massive masculine forms, pure slabs of muscle, feeling safe, secure.
“It’s just that we figured you’d be making friends, doing a ton of activities, going on dates, that sort of thing,” added Cain. “It’s not every day that a pretty girl like you shows up at Xavier Middlebury.”
Pretty? I’d never heard that before. I was okay, but I wasn’t a blonde bombshell like the girls they routinely brought back.
I took a deep breath.
“Listen,” I began, “you don’t have to be nice to me just because we’ve crossed some lines physically. I know your type, I know I’m not it, that night was a fluke, you guys were tricked,” I babbled.
But Colt cut me off.
“Who said we were tricked?” he asked smoothly.
“Well,” I stuttered, “you couldn’t exactly stop in front of your friends at the club, and you didn’t know it was me, and …”
My voice trailed off because my brothers were smiling at me.
“Karlie,” growled Colt, “you couldn’t embarrass us in front of our friends.”
“Well you know,” I said helplessly, trying to explain, but my words were garbled. “The football team is so macho, I’m sure you didn’t want to stop or show weakness in front of them.”
“You’re right, we wouldn’t want to stop,” said Cain mildly. “Especially not with your cunny open and steaming like that.”
The heat immediately shot to my fingertips, my insides burning, my chest feeling hot. Oh god, my steps weren’t beating around the bush, mincing any words.
“Yes,” I said slowly, “I was doing the blue light that night. I guess I’ve taken up at the Donkey because it speaks to something in me. I’m not sure what, but sometimes I get the urge to bare it all, to make men look. It’s … enlightening in its own way, I guess.”
My face was on fire, I was sure they’d shoot me down, make me feel small, or at least start laughing, saying I had no idea what I was talking about, I was just a little girl.
But instead, my brothers looked at me with new respect in their eyes.
“That’s the first thing I’ve heard you say from the heart,” growled Colt. “Keep going.”
And I took a deep breath and tried to explain the jumbled up feelings inside.
“It’s weird being at XM,” I began. “I don’t know anyone, I’m always disappearing into the woodwork at school and at home. Brothers,” I said slowly, “I’ve been watching you bring home girls right and left, doing them until they can’t walk the next day, begging you for more still.”
That caused my brothers to quirk their eyebrows but they remained silent.
“And it made me feel … I dunno, hungry inside I guess. I feel like I’m always on the outside looking in. I’m an outsider at school, I’m a photographer so I’m always watching, never participating, and then finally at home,” I said helplessly, gesturing with hands, “You guys are always having fun, teasing girls, using their bodies, and I’m always watching you know?”
Silence. Oh god, I’d been speaking in circles, repeating myself like a ridiculous parrot. What if they didn’t understand?
But Colt’s hand was soft on me knee.
“Well sister,” he said, deceptively mild. “What made you watch us?”
What made me watch? Maybe the fact that their room was two doors down from mine, maybe because they were loud, the squealing, groaning and grunting impossible to miss, maybe because I wanted to see their massive forms naked and straining, dominating new girls each week.
But I said none of that.
“I don’t know,” I said quietly. “Because you’re gorgeous?”
And that made my brothers laugh again, throwing their heads back, a gleam in their eyes, deep voices rumbling throughout the room.
“Sister,” they said, “We have just the solution to help you feel included.”
“So you’re not mad?” I asked slowly, hopefully.
“We’re not mad,” confirmed Cain. “Colt and I … I guess you could call us feminists,” he shrugged. “We believe that women have a right to control their bodies, and who are we to say what’s right and wrong? After all, Colt and I subject our bodies to the grind of football day in, day out, the wear and tear irreversible. We’re lucky we’re not in full-body casts,” he remarked.
“Oh yeah,” growled Colt. “The shit that happens on the field is far worse than the Donkey. There’s a reason why we have trainers, PTs, team doctors, the whole she-bang. In fact, there are days when I practically can’t get out of bed, I feel like a sixty year-old man,” he said matter of factly.
“So you’re saying that you approve of the Donkey?” I asked with amazement. This was beyond my wildest dreams. I’d never expected my brothers to endorse my extracurricular activities.
“Maybe not exactly approve,” said Colt, “I wouldn’t go that far. But we’re not going to tell you what to do and what not to do. You’re in control of your own destiny, like any modern woman.”
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nbsp; I exhaled slowly, feeling as if I’d been freed from a cage. The air suddenly seemed lighter, I could breathe again, and a weight was off my shoulders because my brothers knew everything and didn’t look down on me. They didn’t condemn my choices, didn’t treat me like a leper or second-rate goods. I was just me, only me, and they weren’t passing judgment. I could tell why they were co-captains of the team because they instilled confidence, renewed my sense of self without beating me down, without making me feel two inches high.
“Thank you,” I said slowly. “That means a lot to me.” I gave them a shy smile, a little tremulous.
“And now Karlie,” said Colt with a wink. “About feeling included.”
“We know how to fix that,” said Cain smoothly, getting up, his big body unfolding until his head almost touched the ceiling. “Be back in a sec.”
And in a flash, he was back with a tripod in hand and a big black case.
“Photography?” I asked, astounded. Were we really going to debate the pros and cons of equipment right now, after sharing my secrets?
But Colt and Cain could read my mind.
“Sure we’re going to talk cameras, in the best way possible,” said Cain with a wolfish grin, unpacking the case, flipping it open to reveal the latest Canon EOS Digital Rebel, a camera that I’d been dying for, ogling from afar.
“Is that?” I gasped.
“Oh yeah,” said Colt, “and we’re going use it.”
Because my brothers were setting it up in the corner of the room, pointing it directly at my bed.
“Umm,” I said slowly. “Is this really what I think it’s going to be?”
“Why?” teased Colt, “what are you thinking?”
“Well,” I choked, “I know you guys were at the blue light but you didn’t come,” I said. “Is that what you want?”
“It is,” confirmed my brother, his eyes suddenly serious. “We’re just finishing what we started,” he said smoothly. “It’s been on my mind non-stop,” he said, his eyes gleaming, his body hard, the air suddenly shot with electricity. “I haven’t been able to sleep.”
“At all,” added his twin.
And like that, the men were on me. And reader, it was glorious, I’d seen it so many times, the unrestrained masculine power, and finally I was a full participant, no masks, no hiding, no nothing. I was thrown this way and that, my limbs rearranged, crossed, panting, hungry, a cum receptacle to the max, doing it like each time was the last.
Because I loved it. I loved every second of fucking, the giant dongs always in my field of vision and I couldn’t believe my luck that there were two.
“More brothers,” I panted after our first session. I lay on the bed face-down, spreadeagle, my cunny pummeled and sore but oh so delicious. “Give me more,” I breathed.
And my steps shared a smile before pouncing, shooting their jism in and on me, making me come over and over again, the donkeys relentless. I’d never felt so filled … and wanted by two gorgeous men.
CHAPTER TEN
Colt
What can I say? Life turns out different from what you expect. Yeah, my brother and I have uncontrollable libidos but if you’d told us that we’d be with our stepsister each night, touching every inch of her skin, running our hands down those smooth legs before taking her to ecstasy, stroking those curves, each crevice moist and damp, we wouldn’t have believed you.
Karlie’s gorgeous, hands down, and it was stunning that she felt left out. Left out of what? We’d watched her closely, although she didn’t realize it. The brown bouncing curls, the way she smiled at everyone, these were things that we loved. In fact, we’d sworn to stay away from her because she was so sweet, so innocent.
But clearly, we’d been clueless, ridiculously out of touch. Not only had she been dancing at the Donkey, but she’d been watching us all along, looking into our bedroom, wishing it was her as we took girl after girl after girl. Who knew?
Anyways, that’s all in the past. Karlie sleeps with us now, in our big bed, her sweet form nude and smooth between our bodies. And let me tell you, sex is the ultimate rejuvenation, nothing helps you focus the next day like a giant blow-out, losing sperm does wonders for clearing the mind.
So the secret smile that she threw us as she stepped into the chapel was to be expected. After all, we’d just drilled her that morning, over her protesting gasps.
“Colt! Cain!” she’d laughed, as we reached for the hem of her dress, pulling it up. “No, stop! We have to be there in fifteen.”
My brother and I completely ignored her protests, intent on the prize.
“I’ll drive fast,” promised Cain, “this will only take a sec.”
“Only a sec?” asked Karlie breathily, her boobs already heaving. “If I recall, shooting takes at least five minutes.”
She was referring to Cain’s massive eruption the night before, that guy must have pumped liters into her body, his dick trembling and spasming for what seemed like forever.
But we weren’t taking no for an answer.
“Less than a second then,” I grunted.
And just like that, she was bent over, the dress flipped up over her ass, her panties pulled to the side as my brother and I stroked her twat, the folds slick and wet already, pink and dripping.
“Oh brothers,” she moaned, her eyes closed, her body relaxing, legs spreading imperceptibly. And like that, we were in her, me from the back, her little cunny lifted with each hard thrust, struggling to accommodate while Cain reamed her from the front, tilting her chin down to accept his pole in her mouth.
“Ummph!” she squealed with each pummel, “Umph! Umph! Umph!”
And it’s like that all the time now, our little doll giving it up, giving back to us, letting us play her body like the finest instrument. And we’ve never had better, those tempting curves irresistible, even minutes before our parents’ civil ceremony.
I could feel my body hardening as I watched her walk down the aisle towards us, her curves in a pink lace cocktail dress, the material hugging those boobies, her rack luscious, her ass juicy. But this wasn’t exactly the place. Because yeah, Karla and Jerry are finally tying the knot, Jerry’s making an honest woman out of the blonde.
They’re not exactly the most involved parents, shall we say. Karlie bangs us every night and it’s not exactly like we’re holding back sound-wise. Sometimes we don’t even lock the door, it’s unnecessary because Karla and Jerry are in their own X-rated haze.
It’s disgusting thinking about our parents get it on, but they always retreat to their wing of the house after dinner, hands all over each other, Karla cooing in Jerry’s ear.
And only once had Karlie brought up the taboo nature of our relationship.
“Colt, Cain,” she began tentatively. We were sitting on the living room couch, watching some sports before activities for the night started, and I guess Karlie wanted to catch us before the sex took off.
“Mmmm?” I rumbled casually. I reached over and patted her butt, the part that was closest to me on the couch. Yeah, tight and totally squeezable, exactly what we liked.
“Do you think this is okay?” she asked, serious, her eyes wide.
“What?” rumbled Cain, still watching the screen. Patriots were on and we never missed a game, we were honing our skills for the NFL and might as well scope out the opposition earlier rather than later.
“You know, this,” she said quietly, looking down at her lap. I could see why. We had our hands on her knees, my big palm slowly moving up one luscious thigh as Cain absentmindedly stroked her kneecap. Not exactly the stuff of siblings.
“I’m not sure, why?” asked my brother casually.
“Well, it’s just that our parents are getting married so we’re technically related,” she choked out. “Do you think we’re breaking the law or something?”
I’d thought about it some and decided to come clean.
“Karlie,” I began, “I think what we’re doing is fine. You’re not a minor, we’re not minors
, and we’re all consenting.”
“But it’s not just that,” she said slowly. “You know it’s not just that.”
Of course not, it never was.
But Cain spoke up here.
“We’re not really related,” he rumbled, his eyes searing as they trailed her body. “We only met two months ago at that dinner. Which was the best dinner of my life, by the way.”
“But do you think this, I mean us, could impact your career?” asked Karlie plaintively. Oh right, we’d shared with her our plans to play football in college, make our mark for a year or two, and then register for the draft as first round picks, god willing.
That made us chuckle.
“Honey if you know anything about football, it’s that they’ll turn a blind eye to any type of shenanigans so long as it’s legal,” laughed Cain. “Gambling, divorces, dog-fighting, all that gets by so long as you play well.”
“But has there ever been incest in the NFL?” pushed Karlie, her eyes pleading with us.
That made us grow quiet, using the “I” word.
“Honey, this isn’t incest, not technically,” I stated, this time more forcefully. “We’re not related, we don’t have the same DNA or anything like that.”
And Karlie was silent then, thinking things over.
“I just don’t want to be a millstone around your necks,” she said quietly, her hands in her lap. “I don’t want to hold you back, be a liability when all eyes should be on football.”
“You won’t, you aren’t,” I assured her, my heart in my throat. Cain growled in agreement, reaching for the zip of her dress, our attention completely focused on our girl now.
Because she was it for us, we loved the fact that she considered our priorities, our interests, where we were going in life and how she impacted that. She was someone special and my brother and I made sure she knew it in the best way possible.
And you know what? It’s been like this for a couple months now, the three of us building our bond day by day, emotionally and physically. The physical is awesome, but it’s even more mind-blowing to realize that our girl deserves the best from us, that we want more than just a drive-by.
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